"Try this funny guy," she chuckled as she alternated between pummeling him with the pillow and pressing it to his face."Help, help!" he faux wheezed.T...en she decided to be underhanded. Jessie resorted to torture. She started tickling under his arms and poking a finger at his belly.Luke began struggling beneath her. She was surprisingly strong and crafty as she dodged his move to shove her off of him.He was gasping, "Stop it. Stop it." Never," she said with an evil laugh.Tears were running down. One backed into me and I backed into the guy behind me. When I did, I thought I felt something rub against my ass. I looked behind me to apologize for bumping him and saw a tall, olive-skinned, hairy man in his 30's smiling at me. He simply smiled and nodded in response to my apology and I quickly turned back around.I don't know why, but looking at this man caused strange feelings and weird thoughts to enter my head. I decided it was the pot, dismissed it, and stepped up to buy the. His powerful body was twice my height and two heads sat upon his shoulders. Both heads were bearded, one beard blond, the other red. He was bare- chested and beneath his silk pants I could see the stirring of a terrible and consuming lust."I am called WetTongue and the Thigh-Crusher," both heads said and I knew him. He was born when Man first spilled himself in a Woman. He was there when a Woman first coaxed another Woman's thighs to open for her. He was there when a Man first handled the cock. He did, so that it landed across Cynthia's tummy. The amount of sperm he produced was meager, and it had a watery consistency; nothing like Hamid's much more abundant, and thicker, creamier sperm. Still, though it felt a little odd to watch this other guy ejaculating, there was also something strangely exciting about it. Tom groaned loudly as he came, and his body quivered and shook slightly as he pumped his smaller load of sperm onto Cynthia's tummy. His facial expression was one of undeniable.